Why not envision a new
eco-poetics grounded in a
heritage thousands of years old which upholds that
everything in the universe is sacred?
--Francisco X. Alarcón

Space, time and
Borges now are leaving me
--J L Borges

The progress of an
artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a
continual extinction of the personality.
--T S Eliot

Note

One does not often think of the
tripartite goddess who gave her blessed name to Ireland -
Éire, Banba, Fódla - not to mention other goddesses who have
left their trace on the landscape, Danu of the Paps of Danu for
instance.

Devotional poetry in India goes by
the name of bhakti. In the heel of the hunt, a bhakta does not
really adore or pine for any god or goddess; as with
Mirabais love affair with Krishna, or Muktabai singing her
own glistening Self; what is sought and what is praised is the
brightness of eternal brightness, our shared Self, knowing
neither birth nor death.

Some words in this poem sequence
are shaded to allow for another reading of a line, or
a faint echo, a game much cherished by the Celtic poets of yore.
Thus, the reader sees the word as the world when written as world
and encounters bhakti invocations such as ma (mother) hidden
in the word mad!